Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 29(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 29(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
“Edwin. Please. Just fuck me. I need you,” she cries, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her voice sounds strained, and I would do anything to make her feel better. I am so insane with fucking lust for her right now; even my thoughts don’t make sense. Standing up, I step back from her, reluctantly. I unbutton my shirt while she finds my belt with her tiny hands and unbuckles it. She opens the button on my shorts, quickly followed by the zipper, while I toss my shirt on the floor. She then slides her hands into the waistband of my boxers, and they too slide down to the floor. Immediately she sucks in a breath. She stares at my dick with her wide, green eyes while licking her lips. It is hard to tell if she is scared of it or hungry for it. I get my answer when she reaches out and swipes the bead of precum off the tip with her index finger. Then she sucks that finger into her mouth. Hungry it is, but shit. I can barely contain myself long enough to step back and kick my clothes farther away. Then she’s back in my arms, and I’m kissing her again. She moans as I lift her up. Holding her ass, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
“Bed?” I growl after releasing her lips.
“Too far. Couch,” she says, and I walk over to it, lying her down gently on it. Spreading her thighs wide, barely noticing the jagged scars on them. Looking down at her little swollen pussy, I jerk my cock while I do.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Dory.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Edwin. I’ve already said yes,” she says, reaching for me.
From my spot above her, I lean down and grab her chin, making her look up at me.
“Cut the that shit out, Dorene. You are fucking beautiful. Scars don’t define you. Did you even notice mine?” I ask, getting up from the couch so she can really see them. My chest, abdomen, back, ass, and legs are covered with still fresh scars.
“What happened to you?”
“Iraq,” I say, pointing to one. “Afghanistan.” I point to another. “Qatar. Caerleon. The Congo.”
“That’s terrible,” she says, sitting up.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No,” she says, standing. She takes my hand and leads me down a short hallway to the bedroom. Her king-size bed looks fit for a queen. The four-poster bed has thin, gauzy, white curtains hanging from it, and there are so many pillows on the bed. “Let me just move these,” she says, trying to pull them off.
“Leave them,” I tell her, and watch as she smiles at me before climbing into the center of the bed. Then I get on the bed, between her parted thighs.
Pure fucking Heaven.
“Make love to me, Edwin. Please.”
“Your wish is my command,” I reply, thickly. My dick is straining for her.
Fuck, I am out of control right now and have to move back up her body and place my lips over hers. Her hands are once again on my shoulders. Without her panties, her pussy is lined up perfectly with my cock. Once again, trying to reign myself in, I grind my dick against her bare and wet pussy. I am moaning into her mouth at how fucking amazing she feels even before I get my dick inside her. Finally, at my breaking point, I slip inside of her slowly. Each agonizing inch by agonizing inch. Before I can stop myself, I tear through her cherry like a savage. I am momentarily stunned. Fuck. When I look into her eyes, I see her tears pooling.
“Baby. I am sorry. I didn’t know.” I wait for her to adjust to my callous intrusion by kissing all over her face, neck, and mouth. I murmur sweet nothing’s to her about her, how good she feels and how happy she has made me. I whisper how beautiful she is and how I promise to take care of her. Forever. I should feel like an asshole of the highest caliber, but instead, I feel like a motherfucking king, and she is my queen.
Dorene Montgomery is mine.
Mine.
FOUR
DORENE
Okay, wowie, wow, wow! This doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, and the painful sensation is quickly replaced by pleasure. Pleasure I’ve never known. I probably should have told him I was a virgin, but I didn’t exactly have the time. I wanted him so bad.
“Move, please,” I keen. I can’t see to figure out how to make him move, so I wiggle my hips.
“Shit,” he growls before roaring like a beast. Then he begins the brutal pace of pounding the shit out of me… and I love it.
“Fuck yes,” I moan loudly. “Don’t need you to hold back. I want to feel all of you.” I am so breathless right now; I kind of sound like a porn star.